Category Archives: Poetry

Wings and Prayers

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.

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What Dreams May Come

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.    

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Veils

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure.

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Apparitional

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.

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Scarring

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.

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Hemingway in Mexico

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

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Hotel Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.

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Haunt

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.

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Ghost Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.

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Pitch

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.

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